Chapters (51)
- About the Book
- About the Author
- Also by Kimberley Chambers
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Copyright
- Cover
Frankie took in the scent of her father’s aftershave. The smell of him always reminded her of when she was a child. She pulled away from him. ‘So, when will you sort out the Babs situation for me?’
‘I’ll speak to Larry tomorrow. He’ll have a chat with her and then we’ll see if we can get her that good QC that’s representing you.’
‘Thanks, Dad,’ Frankie said gratefully.
When Eddie walked away, he heard Frankie shout his name. He turned around again.
‘Oh, and good luck for tomorrow. I hope you have a good day.’
Surprised by his daughter’s sudden change of heart, Eddie winked at her. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he walked out of the room with a gigantic spring in his step.
Chapter Twenty-Three
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Eddie Mitchell was as happy as a pig in shit the following morning. Planning Gina’s surprise was the lift he had needed after his awful Christmas, and being on good terms with Frankie again had only heightened his good mood. Next week would be very different, as that was when the shit would start to hit the fan, but for now, all Ed wanted to do was concentrate on the day ahead.
‘Wakey, wakey,’ Eddie said, as he snuggled up to Gina’s back.
Gina turned around and grinned. Ed had been banging on about her birthday surprise for the past few weeks and the suspense was doing her head in. ‘Please tell me what it is now,’ she pleaded. All Ed had told her is that they were attending a friend’s wedding this morning, then later this afternoon she would receive her actual present.
Eddie pushed his groin playfully against Gina. ‘You’re not having your wicked way with me unless you put me out of my misery,’ Gina joked.
Eddie chuckled. ‘If I tell ya, I’ll have to kill ya, babe.’
Stanley Smith had never been the bravest of men, so instead of collecting his beloved pigeons from Pat’s house himself, he’d sent his friend Brian to do his dirty work. His clothes he had taken on the day he had moved in with Joey and Dom. Pat the Pigeon had been very tearful that day and had practically got on her hands and knees begging him to stay, but there was no changing Stanley’s mind. The vile sex act she had attempted to perform on him had put him off Pat for life, so much so that he couldn’t even look her in the eye any more.